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06 Jan 01 - 07:10 AM (#369605) Subject: RE: ANGELENE From: GUEST,John carroll Does anyone know the lyrics to the english rugby song "Angelene" first line of which is "she was sweet sixteen on the village green" second virse from fragmented memory went something like "Now the village squire had one desire, to be the biggest bastard in the whole dammned shire. He set his heart on the vital part of poor little angeline" Chorus "Poor little Angelene" ? best wishes John |
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06 Jan 01 - 08:29 AM (#369618) Subject: RE: ANGELINE From: Snuffy I can remember the first verse, but the rest seems to have disappeared into the mists of time:
She was sweet sixteen |
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08 Sep 01 - 06:59 AM (#545076) Subject: Lyr Add: POOR LITTLE ANGELINE (Rugby song) From: Michael in Swansea In the Football and Rugby songs thread, 8 pints reminisced over this song. I said that I'd post most of the words. "Naughty" words are starred. POOR LITTLE ANGELINE She was sweet sixteen on the village green Pure and innocent was Angeline A virgin still never known a thrill Poor little Angeline At the village fair the Squire was there Masturbating on the village square When he chanced to see the dainty knee Of poor little Angeline Now the village Squire had but one desire To be the biggest ****** in the whole damn shire He had set his heart on the vital part Of poor little Angeline As she lifted up her skirt to avoid the dirt She slipped in a puddle of the Squire's last spurt At the sight he saw how his **** grew raw For poor little Angeline So he raised his hat and said "Miss, your cat Has been run over and is squashed quite flat Now my car is in the square and I'll take you there Oh poor little Angeline Now the filthy old **** should have got the bird But she climbed right in without a word As they drove away you could hear them say "Poor little Angeline" They had not gone far when he stopped the car And took little Angeline into a bar Where he gave her gin just to make her sin Poor little Angeline When he oiled her well he took her to a dell There to give her bloody ******* hell And he tried his luck with a low down **** On poor little Angeline With a cry of "Rape" he raised his cape Poor little Angeline had no escape Now it's time someone came to save the name Of poor little Angeline Now the village blacksmith was brave and bold And he had loved little Angeline for years untold And he vowed he'd be true whatever they'd do To poor little Angeline But sad to say that very same day The blacksmith had gone to jail to stay For coming in his pants at the local dance With poor little Angeline Now the window of his cell overlooked the dell Wher the Squire was giving little Angeline hell And there upon the grass he observed the **** Of poor little Angeline Now he got such a start that he let out a fart And blew the whole bloody jail apart And he ran like **** lest the Squire should split His poor little Angeline When he got to the spot and he saw what was what He tied the villain's ***** in a granny knot For there upon the grass was the imprint of the **** Of poor little Angeline "Oh blacksmith true I love you I do And I can tell by your trousers that you love me too Here I am undressed come and do your best" Cried poor little Angeline Now it would be wrong here to end this song For the blacksmith had a ***** fully one foot long And his natural charm was as thick as your arm Lucky little Angeline Copied from "Rugby Songs" published by Sphere Books "A comprehensively rude collection of more than 140 songs. Contains well known classics such as Eskimo Nell and The Good Ship Venus to lesser known but equally worthy gems of lewd lyricism" MJR |
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08 Sep 01 - 08:17 PM (#545388) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: POOR LITTLE ANGELINE From: 8_Pints Many thanx Michael ;) Bob vG |
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24 Mar 11 - 08:16 PM (#3120811) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: Leadfingers Slightly longer than the version I learnt Back Then , which finished with the Squire having his wicked way , and a final vrse -- I love you squire I truly do And I can tell by your trousers that you love me too Now she earns her dough as the Village Pro Sore little Angeline Wank Wank The Wank wank was at the end of every verse |
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04 Apr 15 - 02:28 PM (#3699634) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: GUEST The manager of the pub the Dock Green in Harehills, Leeds, used to sing this song in the 1970s |
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04 Apr 15 - 03:45 PM (#3699653) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: Lighter thread.cfm?threadid=67929#2905030 |
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04 Apr 15 - 05:37 PM (#3699666) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: Joe_F My note on the following says: Collated from an incomplete copy of the version sung at St Andrews University [1958], and Vicarion's version, favoring the former. Verses appearing only in the latter are marked "+". ANGELINE Sweet sixteen, Angeline, Always playing on the village green, Never had a thrill, a virgin still, Poor little Angeline (chuff, chuff)! Now the local squire had but one desire: To be the biggest fucker in the whole damn shire; He'd set his heart on the vital part Of poor little Angeline. Came the village fair, and the Squire was there, Masturbating in the village square, When he chanced to see the dainty knee Of poor little Angeline. She had lifted up her skirt to avoid the dirt, Tripping through the puddles of the Squire's last squirt, And what he saw made his nob turn raw -- Poor little Angeline! He lifted up his hat, and he said "Your cat Has been run over and squashed quite flat. My car's in the square, and I'll take you there, Poor little Angeline." He took her in the car, but not very far, And he stopped at the nearby wayside bar, Where he filled her up with gin for to lead her into sin, Poor little Angeline. +Now the dirty old turd should have got the bird, Instead she followed him without a word; As she drove away you could hear them say, "Poor little Angeline!" When he'd oiled her well, he took her to a dell To give poor Angeline fucking hell, And when he got there, he stripped her bare, Poor little Angeline. +Angeline cried "Rape," as he raised her cape; Unhappy darlin' there was no escape: 'Twas time someone came for to save the name Of poor little Angeline. +Now it can be told that the blacksmith bold Had loved little Angeline from time untold. He was handsome, true, and virile too. Poor little Angeline! But sad to say, on that self-same day, The blacksmith had been put in gaol to stay For coming in his pants at the village dance With poor little Angeline. Now the blacksmith's cell overlooked the dell Where the Squire was giving Angeline fucking hell. He recognized the arse sticking through the grass Of poor little Angeline. Now the blacksmith gave a start and let go a mighty fart Which blew the prison walls apart, And he ran like shit, 'cause the Squire might split Poor little Angeline. When he reached the spot and saw what was what, He tied the Squire's prick in a fucking great knot. "O, you can't get on the job with a reefknot in your nob," Said poor little Angeline. "O blacksmith dear, I love you, And I see by your trousers that you love me too; So I'm here undressed -- you can do your best," Said poor little Angeline. Now she's not sixteen on the village green -- Pure and innocent she might have been -- She's a village pro and in lots of dough: Rich little Angeline (chuff, chuff)! One did not need to play rugby to sing such stuff; it was enough to be in the Student Union after 9 p.m. of a Friday. |
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04 Apr 15 - 06:25 PM (#3699673) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: Dennis the Elder Heppy in Heppy's in Wakefield in the 70/80's, it was his theme song. If you have never been there you missed an experience every young man should see, it was enlightening to say the least |
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12 Feb 17 - 01:49 PM (#3838484) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: GUEST,Allen stuart At last iv come across some one else who went to heppys in wakefield im from huddersfield nd was only about 17 when i was first taken there by the dj phil booth heppys at the back of the fish shop iv been looking to see if i could get hold of a copey or down load a copey of heppys sweet little angeline it was briliant. If anyone knows were i can get it im on allenstuarts@yahoo.co.uk thsnks dennis the elder great days |
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06 Sep 18 - 05:40 PM (#3948640) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: GUEST Lesliejones1940@gmail.com |
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21 May 21 - 08:54 PM (#4106918) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: GUEST,Charles RAF pilots sing this song in ep4 of “Piece of Cake” https://youtu.be/DbIthML-ExY Scroll to 44:30 |
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22 May 21 - 07:55 AM (#4106982) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: Lighter The fragmentary words on the show are different from the versions already posted. |
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22 May 21 - 11:24 AM (#4107014) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: Mo the caller So what were the original words (I assume that this is a parody) |
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22 May 21 - 12:06 PM (#4107021) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: GUEST,# https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YZjCGF8bmM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YZjCGF8bmM She starts singing the lyrics at about 1:10 into the recording. The original song lyrics along with some history of the song from 1936-ish "Poor Little Angeline was a romance ballad composed in 1936 by Will Grosz (1894-1939) and lyrics by Jimmy Kennedy (1902-1984). https://www.flickr.com/photos/23885771@N03/6131110280 'Poor Little Angeline" She was sweet sixteen, little Angeline, Always dancing on the village green. As the boys passed by, you could hear them cry: "Poor little Angeline!" Oh, her eyes were brown and her hair hung down, Laddered stockings and an old blue gown; But she dreamed, we're told, of a lover bold. Poor little Angeline! Then one day her prince came a-riding And he stopped right by her side. Very soon she hear him confiding: "I want to make you my bride." What a pretty scene on the village green When the prince was wed to Angeline! w as his princess, she's a great success. Poor little Angeline! |
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22 May 21 - 01:04 PM (#4107029) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: GUEST,# Oops. Sorry 'bout that, Mo. The second-to-last line s/r Now as his princess . . . |
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23 May 21 - 07:52 AM (#4107157) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: Lighter This is what they're singing on the TV show, but I can't make out the rhyme in the line 2 of the last stanza: She was sweet sixteen, little Angeleen, Always sitting on the village green. As the boys passed by, you could hear them cry: "Po-o-or little Angelyne!" Oh, her eyes were brown and her TITS HUNG DOWN, Bla-a-ck stockings and an old blue gown; But she dreamed, we're told, of a land of gold. P-o-o-r little Angelyne! Then one day her prince came a-riding And he stopped right by her side. Very soon he was bestriding: She had her legs open w-i-i-i-i-i-de! Still sixteen on the village green, Whe-e-re the prince is wedding [?] ...... [?] He’s a great success, she's a bloody mess. P-o-o-r little Angelyne! When Oscar Brand recorded his (somewhat) toned-down version of the longer parody, he used a different tune entirely. |
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24 May 21 - 04:48 PM (#4107437) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: Mo the caller Thanks, I thought I remembered something. But only the last line sticks. 'Still sixteen on the village green, Whe-e-re the prince is wedding [?] ...... [?] He’s a great success, she's a bloody mess. P-o-o-r little Angelyne!' ?...queen? rhymes 'a beauty queen', 'a royal queen' ??? |
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24 May 21 - 06:57 PM (#4107452) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song) From: Lighter Incredibly, I've listened a few more times. I now believe the last stanza they're singing goes like this: What a pretty scene on the village green, Whe-e-re the prince was wed to Angeleen! Now she’s a princess, she's a bloody mess. P-o-o-r little Angelyne! I must say that what I've written as "Angeleen" sounds a lot more like a nonsensical "andoreen," but I can't imagine what else would fit. Possibly, "he" is the "bloody mess" at the end. But hey, it's a folk song. It even switches from "Angeleen" to "Angelyne." |